Fall
As fall begins its inexorable grip on earth, and I,
Unhealthy thoughts again rise heavy to the fore
Torturing the short-lived happiness of summer; gone.
Ugly, dark, and god-forsaken days lay threateningly ahead;
Melancholy deepens as each one all too slowly fades away.
Nowhere to go inside me, or without; darkness will, I'm sure, prevail.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2021
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